Takedown: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance

by Lana Hartley

  He strokes his shaft making that creamy slickness cover his head once more. Every drip on my skin sends that warm tingling sensation coursing through my body. It keeps me dazed, Derek’s cock shoots jets of cum down my throat. The throbbing is getting more intense with every stroke and turn of my head. My tongue keeps swiping the slick pre-cum off of the top of his cock, and the taste is enough to drive me wild.

  I can feel how wet my pussy is. My clit is fluttering as Malcolm runs his finger across it. My clit grows stiff under his finger, his frenzied rubbing makes my ocean of lust roar and rolls hard crashing into my walls once more, my pussy gushing torrents of cum that I couldn’t contain if I wanted to. I can't hold it back my juices start to flow, hard and heavy spilling out over his fingers coating my lips.

  My eyes fall back, and my vision becomes useless for a moment. My hands wrap tightly around the remainder of his cock, stroking it toward the orgasm that I can feel rolling through his body. It takes me to new erotic heights as his cock roars and jerks to life. I speed up and work hard to push him over that cliff of absolute orgasmic ecstasy. My mouth fills up quicker than I can gulp it down. I work towards that goal of taking and draining him of every drop of sweet and salty goodness he has inside him. The corners of my mouth fill up, and cum drips its way down the sides of my face. Running down my neck sliding across my skin, marking my skin, leaving a sticky trail in its wake. I can’t help the heat that starts to radiate throughout my body moving quickly following the same path that his cum took.

  My cheeks start to tingle as I tighten my grip, holding onto it and keeping it in my mouth hitting the roof of my mouth. I feel his load dripping down the back of my throat. It feels like heaven. I can taste every drop of passion mixed with his nectar. My legs won’t stop shaking as Malcolm releases them from around his waist. He takes his head and rubs it up and down in between my breasts as he lets my legs fall to his side.

  Derek reaches down and slowly starts to slide his shaft out of my mouth my hand's stroke and caress his legs holding onto them tightly as he climbs down from hovering over me. Derek walks around the island, still trying to catch my breath sitting upright pulling my legs up onto the island with me. I can’t believe my eyes these two guys standing here on my kitchen side by side their rock hard chests glisten under the lights. Running my tongue across my lips, I can still taste Derek. I lean forward take both of their cocks into my hands.

  My tongue moves slowly over Malcolm’s cock first, our eyes locked in an intense and lust-filled passion. I can feel his eyes burning my skin as I slide my mouth over to Derek's head using my tongue to tease him I flick it across the huge head of his cock. They both taste delicious to me, the way they are just sweet enough and just salty enough that it drives me back to the edge of pleasure. My hands move down to play with Derek's still heavy balls.

  My tongue finds it’s way back to Malcolm. My mouth moves in place as he starts to thrust his hips in my direction. Catching his cock in my mouth feels awesome. I keep it there while my tongue begins to swirl around it.

  I keep my hands on Derek’s balls, making him gasp loudly I raise my head to see him throwing his head back.

  Derek’s body starts to quiver under my touch. Malcolm’s cock hitting into the roof of my mouth feels fantastic; I can't help but force the rest of his shaft deeper into my throat.

  “Oh fuck, Snow!” I hear Malcolm say through gritted teeth. I keep my pace, the inside of my cheeks tingling as it touches the sides of his shaft. My pussy aches, while my tongue has all the fun. Moving my hands from his balls, I guide his fingers down in between my legs. His fingers in mine make me so hot that I start to tremble. We slide the tips of his fingers across my clit. I squeeze my knees tightly making that friction more intense as we slide the palms of our hands across the inside of my thighs.

  Slowly, he covers my stiff clit, taking it in between our fingers rolling it back and forth. Tugging on it, applying just enough pressure to make my pussy muscles react to the touch. I let out a soft, quick gasp as our fingers slide deep inside my pussy caressing my walls with the tips of them. Together we explore the inside of my pussy, keeping the pace steady, making sure the strokes are short, and even teasing the fuck out of my pussy. Keeping me so close to the edge of that orgasmic cliff, it's unbearable.

  Malcolm gets whipped up watching our hands disappear in between my thigh. He moves his hips faster, and his hands come to rest in my hair. He takes it in his fist and starts tugging on it. He wants to take control of my head and the way it is bobbing up and down on his shaft. I give in I let Malcolm take control, no other feeling in the world matches giving up control to someone as gorgeous and strong as him.

  They both spend all their time making sure that I'm satisfied, taking care to mark every inch of my body. I don’t care where we are or what's happening, every time they flash those smiles I melt and my clit flutters I can feel my panties getting dampen.

  Right now, as they both pull their cocks in front of my face, I am greedy for every drop of their cum. I stick out my tongue and grip their cocks, making sure they come all over my face and sure, some of it gets on my tongue. But I want them to coat me in everything and only when they’re done spurting their cum do I start to scoop it up and swallow it.

  Ahh, such bliss is this. Two strong men pleasuring my body in every way imaginable. I’m covered in their cum and I want more. You’d feel the same way too with two massive cocks ready to please me. Why waste one second until I’m dizzy and dripping.

  “Time for another round!” I announce. Because this night is far from over.

  Their cocks harden at my expression and I can tell we’re all ready to surrender to bliss one more time. Malcolm comes up behind me and I get a thrill shooting down my spine.

  “Get on all fours,” when Malcolm orders me around it’s enough to get my pussy so wet that’s it starting to drip out, freshly mingled with all the cum.

  I’m on my hands and knees and Malcolm comes up behind me.

  Derek comes around to my pussy, pulling me down on him while Malcolm lines up his cock with my ass.

  My inner muscles squeeze both cocks inside me. I throw my head back, biting my lip and breathing through the intense sensations, heightening the intensity so much that I can barely breathe.

  Derek squeezes my nipples, admiring the view. The feeling of Derek’s shaft pushing into my pussy and hitting right along my G-spot but I’m craving more. Things get more interesting as Malcolm pushes me forward so that I’m close enough to Derek’s face that I can kiss him.

  “Mmm, you taste so good,” I say when I come up for air.

  “So do you Snow. You always do.”

  I kiss Derek again and savor the feeling of his full 12 inches entering me from this angle. He swirls his thumb around my clit, making it ache.

  Malcolm pumps harder and deeper into my ass, and I am so full. I moan into Derek’s mouth and grind into him hard as I try to take in the measure of Malcolm’s long and wide cock.

  “Oh fuck Malcolm. I swear I’m gonna come so hard,” I whimper at the way that he’s pounding harder and harder into me.

  “Yeah, come for us, Snow,” Derek commands, his thrusts timing with Malcolm’s so perfectly that I stay incredibly full.

  I let out a whimper, a strangled cry that hardly escapes my throat because of the sheer speed of their thrusts into me. Instead of trying to control the waves I let them cascade and it’s all stars and stripes in my mind as I’m blinded by pleasure.

  This sets Derek off too and he pumps into me hard like he just can’t hold back. His cock pulsates and shoots hot jets of cum into me.

  I squeeze my muscles around Malcolm and feel his hot load firing off in me now. I feel all their cum filling my holes. I clamp around them, sucking in ragged breaths as my own orgasm heightens through theirs. I want this moment to last forever, the feelings of lust and animalistic perfection exploding through our bodies. I’m quaking between the two of them and they’re still unloading gallons of cum ins
ide me. They’re still steel hard inside of me and I gasp huge lungfuls of air as the sensations course through me.

  “Fuck, Snow,” Malcolm says, his mouth on my neck.

  Derek cups my face and kisses me deeply.

  As we come down from the high, their mouths on me and our bodies entwined, and I’m on the absolute edge of ecstasy, the aftershocks making me shiver. But they hold me in their arms and I feel so safe in their strong arms.

  Derek breaks our kiss and brings his mouth down my to my neck and I lean back to kiss Malcolm. His tongue slides over mine slowly and I squeeze around their cocks as they pull out. The feeling of emptiness as they exit it me still fills me with deep satisfaction as I can feel that their cum dripping down my holes.

  I look down and see they’re both still rock hard.

  “Well, what do we have here?” I say, gripping both of their cocks.

  “You know how to empty a man,” Malcolm says with a laugh. I see him inhale as I start stroking him.

  “Yeah, fuck, you make me come so goddamn much,” Derek says, reaching out and tracing the curve of my breasts slowly.

  I suck my lower lip, moaning at the delicate sensation feather light but so erotic.

  I stroke them faster, squeezing them almost too hard because I want more cum and I’m going to make sure that I get it. I know these men can give it one more go.

  Malcolm drags his fingers against my clit and I tremble, I’m so sensitive from everything. “No one said we had to fight fair,” he says, his eyes capturing mine.

  “If I want more cum, you want me to come?” I ask in a coy voice.

  I feel both of their cocks twitch in my hands.

  “That seems more than fair, I’d say.” Derek grins. He captures one of my nipples now, thumbing over it before he squeezes my breast.

  I’m shivering now, and I’m already close to coming again.

  Malcolm’s fingers on my clit apply just the right amount of pressure so that it doesn’t push me over the edge and it isn’t too much, but there’s enough sensation captured in the weight of his fingers that I’m edging closer and closer to bliss, all over again.

  I swear, we don’t run out of pleasure. We’re like an infinity pool of lust or something, always ready to take things to new heights.

  “I want you both to cover me in your cum,” I say, my voice shaking a little as I say this.

  “You come for us and we’ll cum on you,” Derek says.

  Malcolm kisses right next to my lips before his mouth totally captures mine. The pressure he puts on my clit dials up, the speed so frenetic that I can’t hold back my orgasm even if I wanted to.

  The waves of pleasure pull me under their tides and I cry out. My moans are captured in Malcolm’s mouth, and he releases me so that Derek can taste my pleasure too.

  “Fuck,” I whimper before Derek’s lips close over mine. Moaning my orgasm into his mouth, I am almost don’t realize that the cocks I’m furiously stroking have starting spraying hot jets of cum all over me. I feel the heat on my breasts and it coats me, painting me white as Snow. Yeah, I’m true to my name right now with their cum soaking my breasts and covering every inch of me. I feel it dripping down my body but I don’t stop to feel it yet because I’m stroking them until their done coating me.

  My own orgasm finally starts to blur around the edges and I realize that I’ve squeezed my eyes shut. My eyes flutter open and I release their cocks, and they start to rub their cum all over me, scooping it up and running it over my lips. I scoop up my own cum from my soaking wet pussy, looking at both of them as I run my finger over my tongue. I press my lips together and lick up every drop of our cum all together.

  I kiss them both, and we all share our cum, our kisses, and the ultimate expression of our pleasure. I feel so damn satisfied right now that I could almost just lay down and sleep for a thousand years...but we have work to do. I’m safe and protected with my Freedom Fighters, and the sex isn’t too bad either, don’t you think? My body is so deeply satisfied that I feel like I’m breathing new air around me. My body feels both sated and more alive than ever.

  Nicholas

  By the time the sun rose in the distance, it’s pink glow tumbling over the world lazily, the Main Square workers had already finished erecting a make-do wooden stage. Shortly after Richard’s arrest, Moira sent the military in full force, and it only took them a couple of hours to send the protesters packing. There were shots fired, and a lot of arrests, but at least there wasn’t a bloodbath.

  It’s nine in the morning now, and a silent crowd has already started to gather at the foot of the stage. Supported by two wide beams there’s a thick metallic bar, and from it hangs a coiled rope with a noose on its end. No one wanted to believe it, but Moira really brought us back to the Dark Ages. If she has her way, soon enough there’ll be a lot of heads adorning the throne room.

  I’m standing at one of the Main Square corners, watching everything unfold just like anyone else. I don’t have to wait long, though — at five minutes past nine, the asshole that represented Moira’s government in yesterday’s kangaroo court marches through the crowd, six men carrying handguns flanking him. Slowly, as if he has all the time in the world, he climbs the stairs that lead up to the stage. Adjusting his tie, he positions himself behind the microphone set up there and taps it twice with one finger.

  “Good morning, everyone,” he greets the crowd, his word brimming with excitement. Where the hell does Moira even find these people? It’s hard to get excited about someone hanging from a rope — unless you’re a little sociopathic shit.

  “We’re here gathered to witness the execution of a wanted criminal,” the government’s attorney continues. “The Queen wants all of you to be sure of her commitment to justice in St. Carlta, and proof of that is the criminal we bring here today. The Queen won’t stand for those looking to bring chaos to our country, so let this be a warning to anyone thinking of rebellion.” Then, he solemnly stares into the distance as a black SUV parks right around the corner. From there, three men in suits jump out, dragging behind them a hooded figure, his hands handcuffed — Richard.

  My fingers twitch by instinct, ready to go for the gun I keep tucked inside my jacket, but I remember my orders — I’ve got to stay put. And so I just watch as they lead Richard up to the stage, gritting my teeth as I watch one of the guards poke Richard in the back with the barrel of his gun.

  As they finally get Richard under the rope, they finally pull of his hood, and I feel a stab in my heart as I watch the shadow of the noose fall right on Richard’s neck. Not a good omen.

  “Richard Remington,” the attorney reads from a document he pulled from inside his briefcase. “You’ve been declared guilty of high treason, conspiracy to commit murder, and conspiracy to topple the rightful government of St. Carlta.”

  That’s when I see Gladrell climbing up the stairs. The little shit buttons up his jacket as he walks up, walking with his chin up. He looks as if he has just received the Nobel Peace Prize, strolling onto the stage to deliver his acceptance speech.

  “Thank you,” he nods at the attorney, taking his place behind the microphone. “As one of the Queen’s ministers, it’s my duty to carry out the sentence the court has decided on. As such, I hereby sentence Richard Remington to death by hanging.”

  Walking around the small podium, he brings the microphone along with him. “Any last words?” He asks Richard; he mouths something I can’t quite make off, but it almost sounds like damn right I do, you cunt. That’s Richard — staring death down with a bloody smile on his face.

  I bet Gladrell’s already regretting giving Richard the opportunity to say his last words, but now it’s too late to go back. With the whole country watching, it’d only make him look weak.

  Sweating, he pretends to place the microphone under Richard’s mouth, but he just turns it off. No matter — Richard wants to have his say, microphone or not.

  “PEOPLE OF ST. CARLTA,” he shouts, a vein on his neck bulging as
he looks down at the crowd. “Today the Queen has decided to spill blood — my blood. And she should be very afraid, because every drop of blood she’ll spill today represents ten more men joining the cause. St. Carlta is the home of freedom, and its citizens won’t stand for an usurper like Moira. You can torture me, and you can kill me — but a thousand more will rise up to replace me. ST. CARLTA WILL NEVER BE THE HOME OF TYRANTS!” He finally finishes, his voice echoing through the silent square.

  Even though the square’s already packed to the fullest, I can’t hear a single voice. Everyone seems to be digesting Richard’s words, and that’s exactly the way we want it to happen. Richard’s just wrong about one thing — no one will be spilling blood today. Well, at least none of his blood. Not if we have a say on things go.

  “Alright, fuck this,” I swear I can see Gladrell mouth as he gesticulates toward his bodyguards. Furiously walking back to his place behind the podium, he simply stares at the scene as his henchmen place the noose around Richard’s neck. They tighten it up, and I feel the palm of my hands growing sweaty.

  William should be in place already, so why isn’t anything happening? We’re cutting it close — too close. Richard is just seconds away from having his neck broken, and we’re sitting on our asses.

  Gritting my teeth, I reach for the gun inside my jacket, ready to storm onto the stage. I already have my fingers curled against the cold metal when I see the crowd parting, allowing someone to walk straight up to the bottom of the stairs leading up to the stage.

  William.

  William

  I hear the rumble of thunder overhead, and there’s already a light drizzle falling onto the crowd watching the proceedings. Even though the day started bright, it seems like the Heavens themselves are crying over what’s happening to St. Carlta.

  “Let me through,” I continue to say as I elbow people out of the way, steadily marching toward the stage. Richard has just finished his impromptu speech, and I can already see the suited bastards tying the noose around his neck. “Let me through!” I shout harsher now, flashing a couple of guys the butt the gun I got tucked on my waist. They step out of the way as fast as they can, and I race toward the stage steps.